Show: General Hospital
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos'- Chapter 4
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: Well, as you guys can see, I'm uploading earlier--- nothing better to do, so don't feel
special… just kidding! I'm begging for reviews here, though. I can count the names of my
reviewers on one hand, and I really want to know what you guys think. But for those who did
review: Carebear9, Cucumber, Nitarose2 and Tigerlily, thank you very much for your comments.
I'm also happy to say, for the moment (knock on wood), no one's castigating me for playing with
Liason fans' emotions. Thank God for small favors. Also, Sax fans look out for a spin-off for those
two coming soon, as well as Las Vidas de los Corinthos'- Part II. Well, on with the show…. Enjoy!
* * *
The door to his office slammed and Ricardo Lansing-Corinthos' head snapped up. A picture he
would never associate with his beautiful partner, the unstoppable Alexis Davis, stood before him.
Her dark eyes were worried and she looked… flustered.
"Alexis?" he called concerned, getting up from his chair and rounding his desk to stand before
her. " Are you OK? What's going on?"
Alexis jolted out of her anxious state. She seemed startled to see Ric standing in front of her.
"You would never guess what happened," she began, snapping to attention and throwing her
briefcase on the table beside Ric's. She began pacing anxiously, babbling incessantly. "I just
can't believe it. I never thought that he would go this far."
Ric watched this all with an air of disbelief. "What are you talking about? Stop pacing," he
commanded. She did, her doe eyes riveted to his. "What has my brother done now?"
A furrow appeared between Alexis's forehead. "You automatically assume this has to do with
Sonny?"
"Well," replied Ric, "he's the only one I've ever seen you so flustered over."
Alexis blushed and turned away. "I resent that implication. This has nothing to do with him… Well,
yes it does, but despite what you believe, this time, he is not the cause of my state."
"Stop pacing," he commanded again. "And breathe for Pete's sake!"
Alexis heaved a huge sigh and plopped down in one of the leather chairs opposite her partner's
desk. "I need a drink," she muttered, her face in her hands.
"No you don't," Ric replied, settling himself back in his chair. "You need to tell me what the hell is
going on that's got you looking like this."
"Like what?"
"Like you just got hit by a bus."
"More like a freight-train," she replied sarcastically.
"Whatever," he answered dismissively. "What gives?"
Alexis peeked at him from between her fingers. "Ned Ashton. That bastard has sunk even lower
than pond scum."
Ric's eyes narrowed. "What has he done?"
"He transferred his board rights and his ELQ stock over to Kristina. After all we've been through
together, after all we'd shared, as if he hadn't hurt me bad enough before, he goes and does this.
That bastard!" Much to her dismay, she could feel hot tears pricking behind her eyes. She
swallowed heavily… she refused to cry in front of Ric. She stood up and poured herself a glass
of water from the bar by his desk. "How could he do this to me?! God, I'm being unreasonable,"
she sobbed, "he's proven what an asshole he is to me on more than one occasion. Why should I
believe he's going to stop trying to ruin my life just because he's in jail?" The tears were falling
freely and she was disgusted.
Ric took all this in with a sense of astonishment. Never before, even during the trial and
investigation, had he ever seen Alexis so fragile. In his books, she was the strong one, always
level-headed, always ready to defend the innocent, so ready with a smile…. He had never, until
now, recognized just how wrong he was.
He did something that before now, he would never dreamed of doing. He rounded his desk and,
wordlessly, opened his arms to her. She clung to him like a drowning man clings to drift wood.
And he held her, rocking gently, crooning comforting words in her ear as she soaked his suit-
jacket with her tears.
After five minutes or so, Ric felt her pulling away from him. Her red and swollen eyes met his and
she blushed in embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me."
"No," he answered firmly. "I won't let you apologize for this. You're perfectly justified---"
"No," broke in Alexis. "I shouldn't have let him make me cry. I promised myself a long time ago
that I wouldn't let that vindictive bastard get the best of me again, and look at me," she indicated
her tear-streaked face, "I've failed miserably."
Ric watched her as she tried to restore some semblance of order to her face. "He hasn't gotten
the best of you yet, you know," stated Ric, coming to stand behind her again. "I mean, you *are* a
lawyer, you can fight him on this."
Alexis sighed again, and turned to face him. "This has never been about me not fighting him, Ric.
You of all people should understand this. It's just that, for the past year, everything's been so
good, not perfect, but good. And it seems that now when I've finally got my life back on track, he's
trying to fuck things up again.
"I thought he'd gotten it when I severed his parental connection to Kristina, when I testified
against him. My hands were clean, Ric, I was finished. And I was so *naive* to think that he would
respect my wishes!"
"Have you told, Sonny?" Ric inquired softly, his respect and admiration for this woman growing
even more so, in her show of despair. A show that proved she was just as human, just as capable
of feeling pain as the rest of them.
"I can't get hold of him. He's in some meeting or the other. I told Benny I was going to take care of
it."
"What are you going to do? I can get your case file to a judge when I pass the courthouse this
afternoon."
"I'm not gonna need a judge for *my* fix-it," muttered Alexis softly.
Ric's dark eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"
"Nothing. I don't know," replied Alexis, reaching for her briefcase again. "I just need to go take
care of something. I'll be back later tonight," she told him, heading quickly towards the elevators.
"Alexis, what are you going to do?" asked Ric, following her swiftly. "Alexis!" he yelled when she
did not reply. But it was too late, the elevator doors had already closed. "Shit!" exclaimed Ric.
**Great! Now, I have to go tell Sonny.**
* * *
"Mr. Lansing-Corinthos, to see his brother," announced Max, holding the door open for Ric.
Carly, just coming downstairs looked at her brother-in-law in surprise. "Sonny's not here, you
know."
Ric threw his hands up in frustration. "Goddamnit!" he exclaimed. "Where is he, do you know?" he
inquired a little more calmly.
Carly strode over to the bar. "The hell I know," she muttered. "Probably in some meeting or the
other," she continued, sipping her Scotch.
"Thanks, a lot," Ric replied sarcastically. "If you see him or he calls, tell him I'm looking for him,"
he said, preparing to leave.
"Wait a minute, Ric," asked Carly. "What's so important that's dragged your butt over here to see
your brother?" she asked suspiciously.
Ric's eyes narrowed. "Business," he bit off.
Carly's eyes narrowed in turn, but she said nothing. "Fine."
Ric turned away, only to be stopped again.
"Are you coming to dinner, tonight?" she inquired. "Liz is home again. She might like it if you
came to spend some time with her."
Ric snorted derisively. "Since when did you give a damn if Liz liked something or not?"
"I don't. You just haven't seen her in three months, Ric. C'mon, Jas and Courtney are coming,
too. Sonny's cookin'. It'll be great," she continued persuasively.
"Oh, great, Carly. One big happy family, right? I don't think so. I've got work to do." Ric strode to
the door and opened it. "I'll find Sonny myself. Something tells me you really don't have a clue
where you husband is, and he's not going to be calling in." He slammed the door just as the
crystal tumbler was flung at his head. He heard it breaking and smiled nastily. **Dinner? Ha! Like
hell!**
* * *
It had been three hours since an anxious Benny had called him out his meeting with a demand
from Alexis to call her as soon as possible.
Flashback
"She said, "this time, I'm gonna fix it!'" explained Benny
"Fix, what?" asked Sonny, sitting behind his desk at the warehouse
"I dunno. She sounded really angry. Kind of flustered," Benny added.
"Flustered and Alexis Davis don't go in the same sentence, Benny. Don't worry. I'll call her and
find out what's going on."
Present
But it had been two hours since he'd made the first call to her cell-phone and there had been no
answer. And, try as he might, he was getting a bit worried. **Alexis is on call** he thought, **she
wouldn't turn off her cell unless she was in court, and I know her schedule's clear for today.
Where the hell is she?**
Sonny swirled the brandy in his tumbler broodingly. Just as he was about to reach for the phone
to call Benny, he heard the knob of his office door turn. His eyes snapped up, half-expecting to
see Alexis stalk through that door, that amazing smile of hers gracing her lips.
His gaze fell in disappointment as Ric stepped into his office. "What are you doing, here?" he
asked, surprise evident in his voice.
"We need to talk," said Ric.
Sonny arched an eyebrow. "*We* don't need to do anything," replied Sonny, his voice lined with
steel.
Ric ignored his brother's tone of voice. "Have you heard from Alexis, yet?"
"*Yet?* Was she supposed to call me? 'Cause I haven't spoken to her all day. First Benny, now
you. What the hell is going on?"
Ric sighed heavily. "I think you better let Alexis tell you. I'm really not in the mood."
"Tell me, what? What are you not in the mood for?" Sonny asked angrily.
"See? This! Every time we get in the same room, it's always the same thing. We can't say two
civil words to one another!" Ric exclaimed, his frustration evident in his voice. "I don't even know
why I bother!" Ric snatched up his briefcase and headed towards the door. Yanking it open
forcibly, he tossed behind him, "If you don't hear from Alexis by tomorrow, call me at the office. I
don't need your bullshit when you hear what's going on." With those words, Ric slammed the door
and stalked out of the warehouse.
* * *
Ric walked slowly along the docks, allowing the cool sea breeze to cool his body and his temper.
**What was I thinking?! You know you and Sonny can't stand each other. Even in the face of
something this important, did you expect anything to be different?**
Ric halted at the end of the pier and breathed deep. The air was colder now, biting into his warm
coat. He pulled the coat closer, though he did not consciously feel the cold. It helped numb his
pain. Both physical and emotional.
Ric found his thought's wandering to the scars that marred his youthful body. Two disk-like
wounds, memories of that time long ago when he had first arrived in Port Charles and he had
flung his body in the line of fire to protect his brother and his wife from the onslaught of bullets
from the hired assassin of Faith Roscoe and Ned Ashton.
The assassin, Sam might have died, along with her employer, Faith Roscoe, and Ned Ashton
was now a dependant of the state, but the pain of the aftermath still stayed with him.
If he'd believed things with Sonny were bad then, their situation had only worsened this past year.
There was no unbelievable gratitude, no wonderful warm familial acceptance upon revealing who
he truly was. Instead there was cold, distrusting acceptance. He was family… yet a complete
stranger.
And so, he had thrown himself into his work. Proposing and honoring a partnership with Alexis
Davis. A alliance that had threatened to weaken the then already strained newfound trust she had
regained with Sonny, but one that neither of them regretted. He counted her and her beautiful
daughters, his nieces, as family. **And after today** he vowed, **nothing is ever going to hurt
them again.**
Soft footsteps fell behind him and Ric turned to see his elder niece, Elizabeth walking towards
him. He smiled softly, but said nothing. He didn't feel like talking with anyone, even Elizabeth.
Elizabeth drew alongside her uncle and leaned up to give him a peck on his clean-shaven cheek.
She didn't say anything either, just stood next to him.
They stood there in companionable silence, before Ric grinned. "Hey stranger."
Her blue eyes sparkled as she turned toward him. "Hey yourself, handsome."
"Lemme guess, you ducked out when a certain person, who shall remain nameless, told you
Blondie and Roboto were coming to dinner?"
Elizabeth laughed loudly. "Is that any way to talk about your sister?"
"Hey, if anyone's got the right…" he grinned again, feeling a little less morbid.
Elizabeth continued to chuckle. "What about you, huh? What did you and my dad get into today?"
Ric lifted an eyebrow in inquiry.
"Carly told me you were looking for him," Liz explained.
"Oh," said Ric, nodding his head. "Should've guessed."
"So, what gives?"
"The usual," lied Ric. "You know your father and I can't stay in the same room without fighting."
Liz accepted his answer, and they both turned towards the water again, each lost in their own
thoughts. His filled with a longing dream of going up to Penthouse 4 and sharing a familial dinner
with his family. Liz's filled with thoughts of the same dinner, but more along the lines of her
sadness of seeing Courtney and Jason so obviously flaunting their love.
"Sometimes it really sucks to be a Corinthos, doesn't it?" asked Elizabeth out of the blue.
Ric turned his head to look at her, locking a strong arm around her shoulders. "Yes it does,
kiddo," he answered, kissing her hair. "It sure does."
* * *
**Maybe I shouldn't be doing this** thought Alexis as she sped along the tree-lined road in
Albany, New York. It was 5 p.m. and she knew she would have to hurry to get there on time but
even then she'd be cutting it a bit close. **There're just some things you've got to do.**
As the gates of her destination loomed before her, Alexis pressed the accelerator a little lower.
The guard at the gate requested her credentials, and waving her through, Alexis whipped her
sleek silver BMW into a parking space near the entrance
She said nothing more than she had to, as she was escorted through the halls, ignored the
strange looks and whispers from the people there. When the guard shut the door behind her and
she turned to survey the room, she realized she was alone except for the person on the other
side.
Gathering her strength, she slid into the chair opposite a Perspex divider. Her hand mechanically
reached out and took the phone off the receiver. He did the same, smirking as she visibly
flinched.
"Hello, Lexi," came the honey voice of Ned Ashton.
"Don't call me that," she ordered stiffly, her eyes shooting daggers at him. "What the fuck are you
trying to do?!"
TBC…
A/N: Ahhh… Cliffhanger! What do you think? R&R, por favor. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Will
write more, soon. Oh, Sax fans, tell me what you would like in your Sax spin-off, I'd really
appreciate it. !Ciao, mis amigos! !Adios!:D
Title: Las Vidas de los Corinthos'- Chapter 4
Disclaimer: See Chapter 1
A/N: Well, as you guys can see, I'm uploading earlier--- nothing better to do, so don't feel
special… just kidding! I'm begging for reviews here, though. I can count the names of my
reviewers on one hand, and I really want to know what you guys think. But for those who did
review: Carebear9, Cucumber, Nitarose2 and Tigerlily, thank you very much for your comments.
I'm also happy to say, for the moment (knock on wood), no one's castigating me for playing with
Liason fans' emotions. Thank God for small favors. Also, Sax fans look out for a spin-off for those
two coming soon, as well as Las Vidas de los Corinthos'- Part II. Well, on with the show…. Enjoy!
* * *
The door to his office slammed and Ricardo Lansing-Corinthos' head snapped up. A picture he
would never associate with his beautiful partner, the unstoppable Alexis Davis, stood before him.
Her dark eyes were worried and she looked… flustered.
"Alexis?" he called concerned, getting up from his chair and rounding his desk to stand before
her. " Are you OK? What's going on?"
Alexis jolted out of her anxious state. She seemed startled to see Ric standing in front of her.
"You would never guess what happened," she began, snapping to attention and throwing her
briefcase on the table beside Ric's. She began pacing anxiously, babbling incessantly. "I just
can't believe it. I never thought that he would go this far."
Ric watched this all with an air of disbelief. "What are you talking about? Stop pacing," he
commanded. She did, her doe eyes riveted to his. "What has my brother done now?"
A furrow appeared between Alexis's forehead. "You automatically assume this has to do with
Sonny?"
"Well," replied Ric, "he's the only one I've ever seen you so flustered over."
Alexis blushed and turned away. "I resent that implication. This has nothing to do with him… Well,
yes it does, but despite what you believe, this time, he is not the cause of my state."
"Stop pacing," he commanded again. "And breathe for Pete's sake!"
Alexis heaved a huge sigh and plopped down in one of the leather chairs opposite her partner's
desk. "I need a drink," she muttered, her face in her hands.
"No you don't," Ric replied, settling himself back in his chair. "You need to tell me what the hell is
going on that's got you looking like this."
"Like what?"
"Like you just got hit by a bus."
"More like a freight-train," she replied sarcastically.
"Whatever," he answered dismissively. "What gives?"
Alexis peeked at him from between her fingers. "Ned Ashton. That bastard has sunk even lower
than pond scum."
Ric's eyes narrowed. "What has he done?"
"He transferred his board rights and his ELQ stock over to Kristina. After all we've been through
together, after all we'd shared, as if he hadn't hurt me bad enough before, he goes and does this.
That bastard!" Much to her dismay, she could feel hot tears pricking behind her eyes. She
swallowed heavily… she refused to cry in front of Ric. She stood up and poured herself a glass
of water from the bar by his desk. "How could he do this to me?! God, I'm being unreasonable,"
she sobbed, "he's proven what an asshole he is to me on more than one occasion. Why should I
believe he's going to stop trying to ruin my life just because he's in jail?" The tears were falling
freely and she was disgusted.
Ric took all this in with a sense of astonishment. Never before, even during the trial and
investigation, had he ever seen Alexis so fragile. In his books, she was the strong one, always
level-headed, always ready to defend the innocent, so ready with a smile…. He had never, until
now, recognized just how wrong he was.
He did something that before now, he would never dreamed of doing. He rounded his desk and,
wordlessly, opened his arms to her. She clung to him like a drowning man clings to drift wood.
And he held her, rocking gently, crooning comforting words in her ear as she soaked his suit-
jacket with her tears.
After five minutes or so, Ric felt her pulling away from him. Her red and swollen eyes met his and
she blushed in embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me."
"No," he answered firmly. "I won't let you apologize for this. You're perfectly justified---"
"No," broke in Alexis. "I shouldn't have let him make me cry. I promised myself a long time ago
that I wouldn't let that vindictive bastard get the best of me again, and look at me," she indicated
her tear-streaked face, "I've failed miserably."
Ric watched her as she tried to restore some semblance of order to her face. "He hasn't gotten
the best of you yet, you know," stated Ric, coming to stand behind her again. "I mean, you *are* a
lawyer, you can fight him on this."
Alexis sighed again, and turned to face him. "This has never been about me not fighting him, Ric.
You of all people should understand this. It's just that, for the past year, everything's been so
good, not perfect, but good. And it seems that now when I've finally got my life back on track, he's
trying to fuck things up again.
"I thought he'd gotten it when I severed his parental connection to Kristina, when I testified
against him. My hands were clean, Ric, I was finished. And I was so *naive* to think that he would
respect my wishes!"
"Have you told, Sonny?" Ric inquired softly, his respect and admiration for this woman growing
even more so, in her show of despair. A show that proved she was just as human, just as capable
of feeling pain as the rest of them.
"I can't get hold of him. He's in some meeting or the other. I told Benny I was going to take care of
it."
"What are you going to do? I can get your case file to a judge when I pass the courthouse this
afternoon."
"I'm not gonna need a judge for *my* fix-it," muttered Alexis softly.
Ric's dark eyes narrowed. "What do you mean?"
"Nothing. I don't know," replied Alexis, reaching for her briefcase again. "I just need to go take
care of something. I'll be back later tonight," she told him, heading quickly towards the elevators.
"Alexis, what are you going to do?" asked Ric, following her swiftly. "Alexis!" he yelled when she
did not reply. But it was too late, the elevator doors had already closed. "Shit!" exclaimed Ric.
**Great! Now, I have to go tell Sonny.**
* * *
"Mr. Lansing-Corinthos, to see his brother," announced Max, holding the door open for Ric.
Carly, just coming downstairs looked at her brother-in-law in surprise. "Sonny's not here, you
know."
Ric threw his hands up in frustration. "Goddamnit!" he exclaimed. "Where is he, do you know?" he
inquired a little more calmly.
Carly strode over to the bar. "The hell I know," she muttered. "Probably in some meeting or the
other," she continued, sipping her Scotch.
"Thanks, a lot," Ric replied sarcastically. "If you see him or he calls, tell him I'm looking for him,"
he said, preparing to leave.
"Wait a minute, Ric," asked Carly. "What's so important that's dragged your butt over here to see
your brother?" she asked suspiciously.
Ric's eyes narrowed. "Business," he bit off.
Carly's eyes narrowed in turn, but she said nothing. "Fine."
Ric turned away, only to be stopped again.
"Are you coming to dinner, tonight?" she inquired. "Liz is home again. She might like it if you
came to spend some time with her."
Ric snorted derisively. "Since when did you give a damn if Liz liked something or not?"
"I don't. You just haven't seen her in three months, Ric. C'mon, Jas and Courtney are coming,
too. Sonny's cookin'. It'll be great," she continued persuasively.
"Oh, great, Carly. One big happy family, right? I don't think so. I've got work to do." Ric strode to
the door and opened it. "I'll find Sonny myself. Something tells me you really don't have a clue
where you husband is, and he's not going to be calling in." He slammed the door just as the
crystal tumbler was flung at his head. He heard it breaking and smiled nastily. **Dinner? Ha! Like
hell!**
* * *
It had been three hours since an anxious Benny had called him out his meeting with a demand
from Alexis to call her as soon as possible.
Flashback
"She said, "this time, I'm gonna fix it!'" explained Benny
"Fix, what?" asked Sonny, sitting behind his desk at the warehouse
"I dunno. She sounded really angry. Kind of flustered," Benny added.
"Flustered and Alexis Davis don't go in the same sentence, Benny. Don't worry. I'll call her and
find out what's going on."
Present
But it had been two hours since he'd made the first call to her cell-phone and there had been no
answer. And, try as he might, he was getting a bit worried. **Alexis is on call** he thought, **she
wouldn't turn off her cell unless she was in court, and I know her schedule's clear for today.
Where the hell is she?**
Sonny swirled the brandy in his tumbler broodingly. Just as he was about to reach for the phone
to call Benny, he heard the knob of his office door turn. His eyes snapped up, half-expecting to
see Alexis stalk through that door, that amazing smile of hers gracing her lips.
His gaze fell in disappointment as Ric stepped into his office. "What are you doing, here?" he
asked, surprise evident in his voice.
"We need to talk," said Ric.
Sonny arched an eyebrow. "*We* don't need to do anything," replied Sonny, his voice lined with
steel.
Ric ignored his brother's tone of voice. "Have you heard from Alexis, yet?"
"*Yet?* Was she supposed to call me? 'Cause I haven't spoken to her all day. First Benny, now
you. What the hell is going on?"
Ric sighed heavily. "I think you better let Alexis tell you. I'm really not in the mood."
"Tell me, what? What are you not in the mood for?" Sonny asked angrily.
"See? This! Every time we get in the same room, it's always the same thing. We can't say two
civil words to one another!" Ric exclaimed, his frustration evident in his voice. "I don't even know
why I bother!" Ric snatched up his briefcase and headed towards the door. Yanking it open
forcibly, he tossed behind him, "If you don't hear from Alexis by tomorrow, call me at the office. I
don't need your bullshit when you hear what's going on." With those words, Ric slammed the door
and stalked out of the warehouse.
* * *
Ric walked slowly along the docks, allowing the cool sea breeze to cool his body and his temper.
**What was I thinking?! You know you and Sonny can't stand each other. Even in the face of
something this important, did you expect anything to be different?**
Ric halted at the end of the pier and breathed deep. The air was colder now, biting into his warm
coat. He pulled the coat closer, though he did not consciously feel the cold. It helped numb his
pain. Both physical and emotional.
Ric found his thought's wandering to the scars that marred his youthful body. Two disk-like
wounds, memories of that time long ago when he had first arrived in Port Charles and he had
flung his body in the line of fire to protect his brother and his wife from the onslaught of bullets
from the hired assassin of Faith Roscoe and Ned Ashton.
The assassin, Sam might have died, along with her employer, Faith Roscoe, and Ned Ashton
was now a dependant of the state, but the pain of the aftermath still stayed with him.
If he'd believed things with Sonny were bad then, their situation had only worsened this past year.
There was no unbelievable gratitude, no wonderful warm familial acceptance upon revealing who
he truly was. Instead there was cold, distrusting acceptance. He was family… yet a complete
stranger.
And so, he had thrown himself into his work. Proposing and honoring a partnership with Alexis
Davis. A alliance that had threatened to weaken the then already strained newfound trust she had
regained with Sonny, but one that neither of them regretted. He counted her and her beautiful
daughters, his nieces, as family. **And after today** he vowed, **nothing is ever going to hurt
them again.**
Soft footsteps fell behind him and Ric turned to see his elder niece, Elizabeth walking towards
him. He smiled softly, but said nothing. He didn't feel like talking with anyone, even Elizabeth.
Elizabeth drew alongside her uncle and leaned up to give him a peck on his clean-shaven cheek.
She didn't say anything either, just stood next to him.
They stood there in companionable silence, before Ric grinned. "Hey stranger."
Her blue eyes sparkled as she turned toward him. "Hey yourself, handsome."
"Lemme guess, you ducked out when a certain person, who shall remain nameless, told you
Blondie and Roboto were coming to dinner?"
Elizabeth laughed loudly. "Is that any way to talk about your sister?"
"Hey, if anyone's got the right…" he grinned again, feeling a little less morbid.
Elizabeth continued to chuckle. "What about you, huh? What did you and my dad get into today?"
Ric lifted an eyebrow in inquiry.
"Carly told me you were looking for him," Liz explained.
"Oh," said Ric, nodding his head. "Should've guessed."
"So, what gives?"
"The usual," lied Ric. "You know your father and I can't stay in the same room without fighting."
Liz accepted his answer, and they both turned towards the water again, each lost in their own
thoughts. His filled with a longing dream of going up to Penthouse 4 and sharing a familial dinner
with his family. Liz's filled with thoughts of the same dinner, but more along the lines of her
sadness of seeing Courtney and Jason so obviously flaunting their love.
"Sometimes it really sucks to be a Corinthos, doesn't it?" asked Elizabeth out of the blue.
Ric turned his head to look at her, locking a strong arm around her shoulders. "Yes it does,
kiddo," he answered, kissing her hair. "It sure does."
* * *
**Maybe I shouldn't be doing this** thought Alexis as she sped along the tree-lined road in
Albany, New York. It was 5 p.m. and she knew she would have to hurry to get there on time but
even then she'd be cutting it a bit close. **There're just some things you've got to do.**
As the gates of her destination loomed before her, Alexis pressed the accelerator a little lower.
The guard at the gate requested her credentials, and waving her through, Alexis whipped her
sleek silver BMW into a parking space near the entrance
She said nothing more than she had to, as she was escorted through the halls, ignored the
strange looks and whispers from the people there. When the guard shut the door behind her and
she turned to survey the room, she realized she was alone except for the person on the other
side.
Gathering her strength, she slid into the chair opposite a Perspex divider. Her hand mechanically
reached out and took the phone off the receiver. He did the same, smirking as she visibly
flinched.
"Hello, Lexi," came the honey voice of Ned Ashton.
"Don't call me that," she ordered stiffly, her eyes shooting daggers at him. "What the fuck are you
trying to do?!"
TBC…
A/N: Ahhh… Cliffhanger! What do you think? R&R, por favor. I hope you guys enjoyed it. Will
write more, soon. Oh, Sax fans, tell me what you would like in your Sax spin-off, I'd really
appreciate it. !Ciao, mis amigos! !Adios!:D